Returning to camp, Jude had Kitty sitting on the horse in front of him, secured with one arm held tightly about her waist, just beneath her breast. Her blouse hung opened and her head hung down, defeatedly.
Uunable to look up afraid of what she would see in their eyes, Kitty continued to look down. She knew, that they would know what had occurred out on the prairie between her and Jude. She knew that they would be looking at her with the same hungry look.
The horse trotted up to the ten where Jude's men were gathering around. Handing the reins to LaFete, Jude reached in her blouse and fondled her breast. Kitty tried to pull his hand from inside her blouse. He suddenly grabbed a handful of red hair, twisting her head around and back for a long
hungry kiss. The men laughed and cheered him on as the kiss continued.
Once again, she bit him, this time it was his tongue. "Damn!" He said pulling back, and spitting out blood onto the ground. "You sure are a wildcat, Reds."
He laughs at her. "You even bite like one." He suddenly grabbed her chin, pulling her head to the side, and pulled her blouse opened, baring her white shoulder. "I like to bite too." He suddenly sank his teeth into that spot on the shoulder, that curves up to her neck. Kitty gasped as she felt the teeth on her neck. The pain was intense and she gasped again, unable to cry out. Jude released her neck and looked down at his handi-work. He had not taken a chunk out of her, as he originally had intended, but instead, he left behind the marks of his teeth as they had scraped into her skin, causing it to bleed somewhat. 'That would definitely be a mark that the Marshall couldn't miss.'
He thought to himself as he smiled.
Lafete had long since handed the reins of the horse to another man. He now stood beside the horse looking up at Jude and laughing. But he was aware of Jude Bonner, always aware of his boss. Jude nodded his head slightly and LaFete reached up, grabbing Kitty about the waist and pulling her off of the horse. Her back pressed against LaFete's hard chest. He held onto her as she tried to pull free.
Jude dismounted the horse then handed the reins once again, to LaFete. He then grabbed Kitty's arm and hauled her back to his tent. Kitty fell to the cot as he shoved her into the tent. She said nothing as she turned onto her side and looked at him. Jude watched her as he reached for the bottle of corn-liquor. She was breathing heavily, and the tears flowed freely.
Moving back to the table, he set the bottle down and looked over at her. He turned his body towards her and began to undo his trousers.
"No. No….please." She cried as he began to unbutton his pants. "God, no, please, no more." She pleaded.
She suddenly bolted off of the cot and tried to make it to the entrance, but Jude grabbed her about the waist. He swung her around then shoved her face down over the table. Leaning over her, he pressed his hard-muscular chest into her back. "I'm beginning to think you don't want me, Reds." He laughed.
LaFete and the men, stood quietly by the entrance listening. Jude grunted and groaned as he pumped harder and faster into Kitty. For her part, she could only cry as he took her again.
She grasped the side of the table as he became more violent and angry, punishing her for being the Marshall's woman, the man who had killed his little brother.